Chapter 2 Forgetting the years is like water

It was a post titled "The Apocalypse is coming, looking for the destined person, hurry to !!", in fact, this title does not stand out in a bunch of god stick posts, but the person who posted it is a celebrity in the bar. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

The poster's ID, Forget the Passing Years, started active in the bar a year or two ago, and the way he became a celebrity in the bar is strange. This guy doesn't reply in the bar, doesn't comment, only posts, and the content of the topic is the same every time he posts. The title is always "The Apocalypse is coming, looking for the destined person", and the content of the post is to the effect that the so-called apocalyptic era is coming, and this guy is looking for the destined person related to the apocalypse.

Originally, this guy was just one of the many gods in the minds of everyone in the post bar, blowing nonsense and creating a mysterious and tense atmosphere. But just after this guy appeared in the post bar for a while, everyone's opinion changed.

Because this guy has been posting posts with the same title content in the bar for a long time, the bar owner thinks that this guy is malicious and deleted this guy's post. Who knew that this guy actually ignored the warning of the lord, and still went his own way, and posted it again every other day.

This time, the Lord can't bear it anymore, aren't you challenging my authority? Then a strange thing happened, this guy still appeared on time and posted on time, and the title as a killer post had no effect on this person.

The bar friends who learned the news were boiling, and began to guess the true identity of this person, but unfortunately this person never answered, and still only posted on time, and did not explain what the destined person was. Please Baidu black-rock + pavilion is our greatest support, thank you!

The owner of the bar was helpless and chose to turn a blind eye, but this person only made a post in two days, and the impact on the bar business was not great. And after this guy postes, bar friends will always come into the post to worship the great god, and ask about strange things by the way. Although this guy never answers, everyone still enjoys it.

In the past year or two, every post made by this guy has become a paradise for discussion among bar friends, and there are always people discussing all kinds of strange things in his posts, of course, there are also people who leave messages that they are the so-called destined people, but unfortunately under the replies of these people, this guy will never appear, and I don't know if he deliberately does not reply and pretends to be mysterious, or is it sure that these people are not the real destined people. But anyway, because of this, this guy has become a legend in the bar.

Feng Han is also used to reading all kinds of gossip from his friends on this guy's post, and this time he noticed that the title of the post has three more words "urgent" and three exclamation marks.

clicked on the post, Feng Han subconsciously pulled down, and sure enough, there were still all kinds of worship gods and all kinds of gossip in the reply. Feng Han quickly skimmed through the reply, and suddenly found that someone was asking what the landlord was drawing.

Is the content really different from the previous ones?

Feng Han remembered the extra words and exclamation marks in the title, and with a flick of the mouse, the page quickly returned to the top.

The content at the front of the post is the same as before, the only difference is that this time I forgot that the years are like passing water, and I inserted a painting at the end of the post, leaving an email next to the painting.

This painting can be seen to be scribbling with a pencil, and the style of painting is concise, with only a few brushstrokes to outline a strangely shaped, uneven object. There are no foils, and there are no instructions, so it's no wonder that some bargoers ask what is in the painting.

However, the moment Feng Han saw the content of the painting, he was shocked. Others don't know what the object in the painting is, but Feng Han knows it, and he is so familiar with it that he can clearly remember it when he closes his eyes, because it is now hanging on his chest.

Feng Han's right hand almost trembled and took out the object on his chest, which was a black and strange-shaped pendant. He holds the pendant up in front of his computer and compares it with the object in the painting.

This guy really drew his own pendant!

After several comparisons, Feng Han, who came to a conclusion, couldn't help but gasp, his pendant was given to him by his father when he traveled around the world, and there was a conversation about this pendant.

"Son, now that you're in college, you're an adult. After raising you for so many years, Dad is tired, and it's time to live his own life. Now I hand over the family heirloom to you, and I hope you will be able to do it for yourself in the future. "After a certain meal, the middle-aged uncle held a toothpick in his mouth, leaned on the sofa, and opened his mouth casually with Erlang's legs.

"Live your own life, old man, what kind of plane do you want to build?" Feng Han, who was still cleaning up in the kitchen, had long been accustomed to talking to his father who depended on him in this way.

"The world is so big, I want to see it. "A middle-aged uncle and old god are here, so he replied as a matter of course.

"Cut, don't drag the text, old man, you stay honest, and when I graduate, I'll support you." Feng Han wiped his hands and came to his father.

"This time Dad is telling the truth, for you, Dad sacrificed a lot. In life, you should always let your father find his self-worth. The middle-aged uncle said in a rare earnest tone, and solemnly handed the small box out of nowhere to Feng Han's hand.

"Alas, I said that you are a lot older, so you can't stop?Wait, what kind of thing did you give me, what kind of so-called family heirloom is this black thing?"

"Let me tell you, this is a real heirloom of our family, and the legend is that it is an ancient jade. Speaking of treasures, the middle-aged uncle's tone became more earnest and unquestionable.

"Whose ancient jade looks like this. Feng Han scoffed and dismissed.

"Smack!" The middle-aged uncle, who rarely moved, raised his hand and knocked on Feng Han's melon seeds, and said with some annoyance: "Dad can joke about this kind of thing?

"A real black jade would never grow like this. Feng Han covered his head and muttered in a low voice.

Things finally ended with Feng Han being forced to accept it, and the middle-aged uncle got his wish to travel around the world. Later, Feng Han even took this so-called ancient jade to test the authenticity, and came to the conclusion that there was indeed a jade component, but the fineness was limited, and it could not be called a treasure jade.

Feng Han, who had been mentally prepared, was not half annoyed, but hung this piece of black jade on his chest as an ornament, after all, this thing is still jade, and it also has the effect of being warm in winter and cool in summer, calming the mind and calming the mind.

I always thought that it was just an ordinary jade pendant, but now it is related to the most mysterious person in the bar, is there really any story about this pendant? My own strange dreams are also related to it? What kind of apocalypse is that guy, what kind of destined person is also related to this ugly pendant?

Suddenly, the agitated wind and cold brain opened, and the ghost sent a photo of the pendant with his mobile phone, and then sent it to the mailbox left behind by forgetting the passing years.

After doing all this, Feng Han felt that he was really funny, and he actually cared about that guy's nonsense. As for the objects in the other party's paintings, they may just be some coincidents in shape with their own pendants, after all, there are no small holes and red lines for hanging in the paintings.

The soft sound of the "ding" mobile phone woke up the wind chill in his mind, and he looked down at the screen, and then his pupils shrank. That guy is actually online now, and he wrote back to himself! If it is usual, receiving a reply from the mysterious figure who has forgotten his years is already something worth showing off in front of his friends, but at this moment, Feng Han just wants to know what the other party replied.

Feng Han quickly clicked on the letter, and there was only one line on it: "You are the owner of this thing, if so, can you tell me your contact information? I want to talk to you in detail!"

Without any hesitation, Feng Han sent his name and mobile phone number. The other party seemed to recognize his pendant, and he wanted to know the answer.

"Ding" Fenghan's mobile phone rang softly again, and this time the other party replied: "I'm more sure that you are the person I'm looking for, and I will contact you at the right time." ”

What's the situation? Just because of the name and phone phone I sent? Does this guy know about me? And what does the so-called right time mean? Didn't you just call me?

Feng Han was full of suspicion, and quickly replied, "What do you mean? Can you be clearer?"

However, this time Feng Han's reply was like a stone sinking into the sea, and the other party did not make any response.

Feng Han, who had been waiting for no avail, was a little annoyed why he didn't ask the other party's contact information first, but unfortunately he couldn't contact the other party now. Seeing that it was almost three o'clock in the morning, and there was still class in the morning, Feng Han let out a long breath, fell back into bed, and closed his eyes with a stomach full of questions.

Lying in bed this night, Feng Han had a lot of thoughts, from strange dreams to strange stickers, to the strange man who forgot his years like water, and finally to the strange heirlooms on his body, it seemed that these things were inexplicably connected into a line. It wasn't until Dongfang was about to be white that Feng Han, who thought that his head was about to explode, fell asleep in a daze.